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Howdy, friendly reading person!I'm on a bit of a hiatus right now, but only to work on other projects -- one incredibly exciting example being the newly-released kids' science book series Things That Make You Go Yuck!If you're a science and/or silliness fan, give it a gander! See you soon!

Less than usual has made it onto these pages (and my apologies for that), but life otherwise has been a whirlwind of activity, much of which probably will be recounted here, eventually. Here’s a quick rundown of a few items you might be encountering in the coming days:

The missus and I signed on with an agent to sell our house. Actually, two. Double your pleasure, anyone?

“Have I given away which camp I’m in? I’ll give you a hint — it doesn’t require running shoes, or a pair of binoculars. It may, however, involve a bedtime story and an oversized set of footie pajamas.”

Workers came to paint said house — and, evidently, to scrape it at ungodly hours of the morning, when I’m trying to get my ‘ugly sleep’. (Like, for instance, nine am. Is there nothing sacred any more?)

My wife and I cleaned out most of the basement and attic — thereby uncovering items we haven’t seen for six years or more. We have a few boxes left; it’s quite possible the Ark of the Covenant is in there somewhere. Or Jimmy Hoffa. We’ll keep you posted.

We attended our first Red Sox game of the season — and I ordered a couple of now-perfected habanero margaritas. As though Hell Night weren’t finished hurting me yet.

All of this in addition, of course, to the usual adventures, shenanigans and hijinx that regularly occur in the life of thirty-something married home-owning dog-toting nerdy weekend warrior smartass. Which is a lot. Frankly, I need a little breather.

And, as fate would have it, a breather I shall enjoy. For tomorrow, here in New England land, we celebrate Patriot’s Day, when people from all continents and countries can gather in Boston and the surrounding suburbs to run in the annual Boston Marathon. Or to watch it. Or to sleep in until noon, spend the day in pajamas, and thumb our noses at a nasty April Monday morning, finally.

Have I given away which camp I’m in? I’ll give you a hint — it doesn’t require running shoes, or a pair of binoculars. It may, however, involve a bedtime story and an oversized set of footie pajamas. Maybe some warm milk. You get the idea.

Meanwhile, in another outrageously convenient turn of events, I see that I’ve already written once about Patriot’s Day. Just in time for this week’s Weekend Werind, too. Hey, whaddaya know? Looks like I’m on a roll.

One Response to “Weekend Werind: Patriot’s Day Redux”

Well happy fake holiday to you also. I hope you can now catch up on all the “ugly sleep” you have been missing. Oh and one more thing dear boy (I use boy because I am so much older than you) stay the hell off the games at HBDC. Consider yourself warned. I don’t really know what I am going to do but, well, can’t you just let me win ONE OF THE DAMNED THINGS?